I remember when getting high meant, seeing how high someone could get on the swings, at the Neighborhood Park. I also remember when the worst possible thing you could get from someone was back wash in your drink. When Race, was to see who could run the fastest. I remember when Smoking was about your wheels. Life was simple back then, Carefree. But the main thing I remember is wanting to grow up. --------------------------- Music touches feelings that words cannot. It is the melody of the heart, the voice of the spirit. It inspires some to think of the past, some to create and some to cry. Music makes me love.-------------------------- Love will grip you, hold you down, it will shake and make drown. Love is lingering and love is true. It is the music of our hearts and the glisten in our eyes. It is not sexist and it defeats all time. Love is that which makes you lose your mind. Love can hurt ive seen love heal. Ive seen love pour from eyes and Ive seen it lave lives. Love is nothing and yet love is all. Those who run from it warm touch is sure to be cooled t dust. Dont run, dont fear when love is here. Let it hold you and in a lovers embrace. Let it warm you and kiss your face. Love is here in this place